36 Inches (Size Matters 3)

All leading to a magic stick that you gotta see to believe.

Too bad I can't have him.

He just moved his billion dollar practice next door and bought my building, along with my business.

Which means I see him everyday. I feel his eyes on my @$$ as I walk by. I get wet thinking of his hands on my body. Ripping my clothes off. Bending me over. Spreading my legs and...taking my temperature.

That's it. Eric may be the doctor.

But it's time I make the house call. In his bed.

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Elia

I groan as my phone rings. It’s too early for people to be calling, but I roll over and slap my hand on my nightstand to reach for my phone to stop the noise. I squint an eye open so I can swipe the screen to accept the call, then roll over to lie on my side and press the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

There’s a short silence. I hear Dana on the other line. “If you’re still asleep, you better get out of bed right now, Elia.”

My eyes snap open and I sit upright. I move too fast and fall off my single bed.

“I’m up! What time is it?”

“It’s half past eight.”

I stumble off the floor with my phone still in my hand. No wonder she woke me up.

“I told you to make sure that you’re on time because I have a dentist appointment to go to today. Now I’ve missed it.”

My heart thumps and I try to stop my racing thoughts and make words happen. “I’m awake now, let me get ready. Promise I’ll be there soon.”

Dana pauses for a second and I wonder if the warning shot is coming or if I’ll get fired right on the spot. “Just come as soon as you can.”

I try to feel relieved…but I’m still stressed out. I mumble out my gratitude and try to get my bearings. “Thanks. Sorry!”

I hang up and rush to the bathroom for a quick shower. I hop out as quick as I hopped in and grab some clothes, a dress with heels, and a jacket and scarf on my way out. Just as I’m about to leave, I remember my phone. I nearly forgot to take it.

The stupid phone’s old and barely works, so my alarm didn’t ring. It’s not the first time this has happened, which is probably why Dana called me. It’s a good thing she did, otherwise I wouldn’t be going to work at all because I’m exhausted, which seems to be a bad habit of mine lately.

I run to the elevator. Luckily, it arrives fast and I run outside to start looking for a taxi. I could probably run all the way to work, if I wasn’t wearing heels. What the heck was I thinking? That’s the problem, I’m not thinking straight. My leg is bouncing up and down nervously and I’m chewing my lip like it’s my breakfast.

I’m just about to give up when I see a cab coming. I breathe a sigh of relief and raise my hand to hail it. It stops on the curb. I climb in and give the driver the address.

As I buckle up, I say, “I’m actually in a bit of a hurry. Do you mind stepping on it?”

He waves his chubby fingers in the air and says, “Sure thing sweetheart.”

As promised, he steps on the gas. The journey’s a few minutes and the only thing on my mind is sleeping. I rub my eyes and force myself to lean back in my seat and open my purse.

I have my old phone and a Kindle. I bought the Kindle recently, and it’s the one luxury I’ve allowed myself in a while. Mainly because I’m crazy about reading. Besides, it’s in better shape than my phone.

“Sorry, love. There’s a bit of traffic.”

I peer out the window and see that he’s right. There’s traffic. And not a little, a lot.

“Seems as if there was an accident or something?”